PAINTED ROCK
for I read a book in his place which told the names of lords. But final I found out he was a yearl. So I called him 'Yearl,' and he said I'd better not for some reason, but that if I liked I could call him 'Cheviot,' or, if I was any bashful. Lord Cheviot. But I reckoned he didn't like bashful folks any, so I called him Cheviot, and he called me Brazos, for I'd informed him what the boys called me to Painted Rock. And that night he said we'd dine together, and he fixed me up with a white-shirt suit same as himself, and I thought no small pertaters of myself, though I didn't understand it any; and to my etarnal surprise the same old magistrate that caunfiscated my gun came to dinner with us at a mighty dandy hash-house somewhere around. And the magistrate was as kind an old boy as ever I seen, and in spite of my noo soot he knew me right away, and smiled, oh, he did smile, and so did me and Cheviot. And I sot and told 'em all about Texas, boys, and about the ways we hez of havin' difficulties, and about Ben Thompson, and so forth, and he was some surprised. And I said I tho't it wrong of him
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